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Sylla realized very early in her sexual life that she was
different from everyone else. Better.

The fumbling boys in high school had bored her quickly. They were
eager enough. But not one of them understood sex. They leapt
between her legs like lions before a feast, but turned to lambs
quickly enough when Sylla gave them a hint of what she was
capable of. And very few came back for more after being
humiliated so effortlessly.

Her early college days weren't much better. The boys were a bit
more experienced. A bit more daring. The women she experimented
with posed some new and exciting possibilities, but none were in
her league. In all that time she only had two lovers who had an
inkling of what sex was truly all about. And they proved to be no
match for her, either.

Sylla understood instinctively that sex is a competition. A
physical and emotional battle of wills. The simple pleasure of an
orgasm, while so mind-blowing to most, was inconsequential when
compared to the rush of completely overwhelming a lover with her
passion and sexual hunger. Sylla was never truly satisfied unless
her partner was reduced to a semi-conscious state, utterly spent
and defeated.

Life improved significantly when Sylla discovered the sultry
underworld of sex groups and swingers clubs. For two years, she
moved from one group to another, searching for a worthy
challenge. Each had different rules and different ideas of what
makes sex exciting. Unfortunately, none of them matched Sylla's
unique talents.

So Sylla systematically worked her way through each group,
identifying the most sexually powerful members and defeating them
in her own way. She left no doubt in anyone's mind that she was
the best lover they had ever been lucky enough to experience. And
when there was no one left to defeat, Sylla moved on.

When Sylla relocated to the big city, her reputation preceded
her. Her arrival was the buzz of the Internet forums and she was
pre-accepted into the premier sex group of the area solely on the
strength of the universally positive recommendations from those
she had left in her wake.

It took Sylla less than two months to defeat every single member
of the group who showed any ability. Her rise to the top
culminated in an explosive 3-way with Jack and Lisa, the married
couple who ran the group, before an audience of specially chosen
group members.

Jack and Lisa had devised a carefully formulated plan to defeat
Sylla. They came at her together, overwhelming Sylla with their
combined strength and lust. As soon as they had established
control, they took turns, one resting and recovering while the
other attacked Sylla with everything they had. Over time, they
grew bolder.

Sylla had watched with veiled amusement as they gained
confidence. She moaned and panted as Jack bent her over and took
her from behind, forcing Sylla to lick his wife's dripping wet
pussy to orgasm as he slammed his cock into her. She came without
reservation as Jack pinned Sylla's wrists above her head and
sucked her hard nipples while Lisa expertly teased Sylla's clit
with her tongue. The audience cheered on the husband and wife
team as Sylla writhed beneath their combined efforts.

They never even realized their mistake. By coming at Sylla
together, they had brought themselves to a fever pitch of
excitement, emboldened by their perceived success. The audience
gasped audibly when Sylla effortlessly reversed the situation,
pushing Jack onto his back and climbing onto his cock. Jack
reflexively grabbed Sylla's breasts with both hands as she began
to ride him ferociously.

Lisa circled behind Sylla and ran her hands along Sylla's body as
she licked and nibbled her neck, attempting to distract Sylla's
attention from her husband. Sylla turned her head and drew Lisa
into a long, deep kiss and felt Lisa's willpower melt away. She
forced Lisa around in front of her, making her first straddle her
husband's body on her knees so Sylla could suck on her large,
aching nipples, and then stand before her on the bed so she could
lick and finger Lisa's cunt while she relentlessly rode Jack.

Sylla drew out her victory for the benefit of the stunned
audience. She wanted them to remember her domination over the
best they had to offer for the rest of their lives. In the end,
Lisa had collapsed onto the bed next to her husband as the force
of her latest orgasm sapped the strength out of her legs. Jack
had cum twice already under the fury of Sylla's non-stop
domination by the time Lisa fell beside him, shivering
uncontrollably in the after-throes of her final climax. Sylla
knew Jack had long since been defeated, but she kept him hard
through the sheer force of her sexuality.

Sylla ground her hips harder against Jack's body and reached over
to slap Lisa's ass, who gave a startled moan. "Louder," she
demanded.

"You win, Sylla. Sylla wins," he announced hoarsely, looking
desperately at the audience and then up at Sylla. "You win.
Please."

Sylla was still basking in the glow of her victory a week later
when she received an email from Jack and Lisa, thanking her again
for the most incredible sexual experience of their lives, and
recommending that she meet a young man named Samael who came very
highly recommended to the group. Samael, they assured her, was
just the challenge she had been looking for.

* * *

Samael arrived at Sylla's apartment exactly on time, holding a
bottle of Merlot and a single white rose. As she opened the door
and stepped back to let him in, Samael stepped forward and kissed
her on the lips. The kiss was brief and casual, but excited Sylla
nonetheless. His boldness bespoke confidence. Perhaps he
was a worthy challenge. She smiled into his eyes and
accepted the rose, looking him over as he walked into her home.

Samael was tall, fit, and lightly tanned. His dark brown hair, a
bit longer than Sylla preferred, was brushed straight back,
accenting his piercing blue eyes. His face was thin and aquiline.
He was freshly shaven, she noted with approval, which made his
sharp facial features stand out prominently. She estimated his
height at a touch over six feet. Samael was well-dressed in crisp
dark slacks and a soft, blue button-down shirt. The way his shirt
clung to his broad frame suggested an athletic build. She found
herself eager to pull open his shirt and run her fingernails over
his body. His eyes roamed everywhere, seeming to drink in every
detail of her apartment, and then of Sylla herself.

Sylla's apartment was small, decorated tastefully, but minimally.
They stood in the living room, dominated by a plush red couch
flanked by end tables. The flat-panel television was off, but the
steady, sensual beat of downtempo music flowed from her sound
system speakers. The kitchen stood adjacent to the living room,
separated by an open bar counter. Beyond the kitchen was a small
office. On the other side of the living room, a short hallway led
into Sylla's bedroom. The air was suffused by a faint scent of
jasmine, emanating from a stick of incense burning on the
counter.

Sylla leaned against the arm of the sofa and allowed Samael's
eyes to crawl over her body. His gaze traveled slowly over her
painted toenails, lingered at her ankle, then continued up her
bare, shapely calf. Her athletic legs were not overly long, but
were perfectly shaped from countless hours at the gym. Not
knowing how Samael would be dressed, Sylla had chosen a simple
red dress with a plunging neckline which hugged her form but
flared out in a billowy skirt which nearly reached her knees.
Samael drank in her body hungrily, and when their eyes locked,
the air between them grew electrified with sexual tension.

She brushed a lock of her long auburn hair over her shoulder and
gave Samael a challenging look with her penetrating green eyes.
"Aren't you going to pour us some wine?" Sylla asked as she moved
past him into the kitchen, lightly brushing against his body. She
placed two wine glasses and a corkscrew on the counter between
them, then added water to a small vase and placed the white rose
inside it. "And thank you for the rose, Samael, it's very
beautiful."

"Only half so beautiful as you, Sylla," he replied, opening the
wine bottle and filling the two glasses. Samael slipped his shoes
off, placed the wine glasses on the tables on either side of the
sofa, and sat comfortably in the center.

Sylla watched him carefully. He was very attractive, very
charming, and he clearly knew it. If he was as talented as Jack
and Lisa seemed to think, she would need to consider her strategy
carefully. Sylla was very strong for a woman. She trained hard
and was often able to physically overpower her lovers, but Samael
appeared too well-made for her to push around. She would need to
establish control from the beginning. She would force him to
wait, she decided. She'd sit next to him, teasing and flirting,
until he was ready to burst. Only then would she make her move,
aggressively attacking so that he would be in a frenzy of lust by
the time she let him fuck her. After that, it would be easy.

"You did quite a number on poor Jack and Lisa," Samael observed
with casual indifference as she sat next to him on the couch.

"You heard about that, did you?" Sylla grinned wickedly and
licked her lips. She leaned back on the couch and crossed her
legs, her skirt shifting to reveal much of her smooth, muscled
thighs. She twisted slightly to face Samael and the fabric of her
dress tightened across her small, firm breasts. A lock of hair
came to rest across her cleavage.

"I watched it, in fact," Samael replied. "I wanted to see for
myself if you were as good as everyone was saying." He reached
over and moved the lock of hair behind her shoulder, his fingers
brushing first over the swell of her breast and then against her
bare shoulder where his hand remained, his fingers tracing
circles on her smooth, pale skin. "It was a very impressive
comeback."

Sylla smirked. "I was toying with them," she boasted. "I only
wanted to make it a good show. Especially for the mysterious man
hiding in the back." She considered for a moment. "But, I thought
only group members were allowed to attend. Are you a member?"

Samael ignored her question, his fingers drawing an intricate
pattern down the smooth muscles of her arm. "It looked to me like
you had your hands full. If they had stuck to their original
strategy, they would have worn you down eventually."

A frown of annoyance flashed across Sylla's face. She didn't like
having her abilities doubted. Jack and Lisa had been fantastic,
admittedly. Undeniably the best she had ever had. But no one
would ever defeat her. And she would make sure Samael knew it
before the night was over. She placed a hand on his chest and
pushed lightly in mock exasperation. "If you say so," she
allowed. She twisted away from Samael to pick up her wine glass
and give him a brief view of her ass. Glass in hand, Sylla
repositioned herself so that she was lounging lengthwise along
the couch, leaning against a large pillow. She took a sip of wine
and stretched her legs across Samael's lap.

Samael wrapped his hands around Sylla's right calf just below the
knee, and kneaded the muscles slowly downward until he reached
her foot. He ran a thumb along her instep and began to massage
her foot with practiced expertise. "Jack should have never let
you up after he had you bent over. I could see in your eyes that
you were in trouble."

"There's lotion on the table next to you," Sylla informed him
coolly. She shifted her legs to allow him to reach over and was
pleased to feel the bulge of his hardening cock press against her
calf.

Samael squeezed a generous amount of lotion into his hands and
rubbed them together, warming the liquid. "I knew at that instant
how to defeat you," he explained as he rubbed the lotion between
her toes. Sylla let out a tiny murmur of contentment despite her
growing irritation. "When I bend you over and fuck you, Sylla,
I'm not going to stop until you beg for mercy."

She met his eyes and was surprised to see confidence. He has seen
what she was capable of firsthand. He had watched her greatest
victory and he still believed he was going to win. Abruptly, she
realized that this was all part of his plan to control her. He
wanted to upset her with his boasting so she would make a
mistake. Sylla reached forward and cupped his cock through his
pants. It swelled at her touch and she gave it a firm squeeze.
"Typical man," Sylla remarked with a sigh. "All bark and no
bite." She crossed her legs, presenting her left foot for
massaging and making it clear that he would not be making any
move unless she allowed it. By then, she thought,
he'll be ready to cum at my slightest touch.

Samael laughed easily as though they had shared a private joke.
He dutifully massaged her left foot, running his fingers between
each toe and applying firm pressure as he pressed his thumb along
the arch of her foot. She felt herself relaxing deeper into the
couch and her eyes closed involuntarily. If Samael was half as
good at sex as he was at foot massages and boasting, there was
every indication that tonight would be as fun and rewarding as
defeating Jack and Lisa had been.

Sylla took another sip of her wine and placed it on the table
behind her. She flexed her toes and leaned back farther so he
could get both thumbs onto the soul of her foot. "Goddamn, that
feels good," she admitted, letting her eyes slip closed as she
sunk deeper into the cushions. "You never told me, how do you
know Jack and Lisa? Or are you a member---"

She felt her legs slip off his lap and before she could react,
Samael was on top of her, his mouth covering hers as his hands
pressed her against the couch. She cursed herself for relaxing
and allowing him to take the initiative. This was her move,
damnit! She attempted to pull herself up, but as she suspected,
Samael was too strong and he was using his weight to pin her
down. She could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, through his
pants, pressing against her pussy through the thin material of
her dress. Her mouth opened in an involuntary moan and his tongue
slid between her lips. Sylla shuddered as Samael pressed her
deeper into the couch.

Sylla decided to make the most of the situation. She was going to
have to ride out the storm and wait for an opportunity to turn
the tables. And the more energy and passion he expended, the
easier it would be. She slithered her body beneath him until she
was completely prone. She ran her fingers through his hair as
they kissed, sucking gently on his tongue whenever he slipped it
between her lips. Her hands trailed down his muscled back until
she reached his ass. She cupped it with both hands and squeezed,
pulling him harder against her. She moaned softly into their kiss
as Samael began to rock his hips into her.

Despite losing the initiative, Sylla was pleased with how things
were progressing. She might be pinned down, but Samael's kisses
and grinding were already gaining a sense of urgency. And Sylla
was excellent at manipulating her lovers from any position. She
slipped her hands between their bodies and began to unbutton his
shirt. He raised his body slightly as she reached the lower
buttons, but lowered his weight back onto her as soon as she had
pulled his shirt open. She stole a glance at his flat stomach and
muscled chest before he covered her lips with his own again.
Sylla longed to feel his chest pressed against her bare nipples.
But, not yet. The more she could undress him while keeping
herself covered, the more she could drive him crazy.

No sooner had the thought formed, though, before Samael slid the
thin strap of her dress over her right shoulder and pulled
downward until her breast was revealed. He immediately took her
nipple between his teeth and bit lightly, drawing a gasp of
pleasure from Sylla. As he licked and sucked on her nipple, he
freed her other breast and kneaded it gently, teasing the nipple
between his thumb and forefinger. All the while, he rocked his
hips rhythmically. With each thrust she could feel his cock
throbbing through the clothing that separated them. Sylla closed
her eyes and held his head against her breast with one hand,
rocking her hips up to meet his every thrust. She slipped the
other hand between their bodies and quickly unfastened Samael's
belt and pants. She took his cock in her hand, admiring its
length and hardness.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" she purred into his ear as she
slowly stroked his cock and guided its tip until it was pressed
against her pussy, only the thin fabric of her dress separating
them. "I want you inside me, Samael," Sylla teased. "I want your
hard cock inside of me." She writhed her body beneath him with
feline sensuality.

Samael surprised her for a second time. Instead of pulling her
dress up and fucking her with wild abandon, he suddenly stood and
pulled Sylla to her feet. She swayed slightly, trying to regain
her balance, but before she could do so, he had lifted her off
her feet. Her dress hiked up her body as he slowly lowered her
down onto his cock and she dug her fingernails into his neck and
moaned loudly as he entered her fully. His cock felt perfect
inside of her and she bit into his shoulder as he began to fuck
her, standing in the center of her living room with his hands
tightly gripping her ass.

Sylla was truly at a disadvantage now, and wondered if Samael
knew it. She couldn't do much to control the situation from here.
Samael easily lifted and lowered her body on his cock as he
buried his face in her neck, licking and nibbling as he fucked
her. Sylla felt an orgasm building up inside of her. She wrapped
her legs tightly around his body and whispered into his ear,
"Yes, baby. You're going to make me cum. Don't stop. Fuck me
harder. Faster. Don't stop."

Samael obliged and Sylla smiled to herself. He couldn't last long
at this pace. She let the orgasm roll over and out of her like a
wave, screaming his name and clutching his body as he fucked her
with wild abandon. She drew it out as long as she could, waiting
for the change in his breathing as her climax pushed him over the
edge, but it didn't come. She opened her eyes and saw a grin of
smug satisfaction on his face.

"You didn't think it would be that easy, I hope," Samael said as
he stepped out of his pants and carried her into the bedroom,
never once allowing his cock to slide out of her.

"Of course not," Sylla lied, as Samael laid her down with her ass
on the edge of the bed and slowly slid his cock in and out of her
pussy while he stood looking down at her. "I'd be very
disappointed if you were finished after only making me cum once,"
she added, with a challenging glint in her eye. Sylla had near
perfect control over her own orgasms. She had let herself cum
earlier thinking that it would drive him over the edge, but she
could hold herself back indefinitely while Samael expended all
his energy attempting to fuck her to yet another climax.

She reached down between her legs and rubbed her wet clit as his
cock slid in and out of her. "What do you say?" she asked
innocently. "Are you up for it?"

Samael answered by leaning over Sylla and kissing her
passionately while thrusting his cock fully inside of her. She
gasped at the sudden explosion of sensation emanating from deep
within her and she tangled her fingers into his thick hair.
Samael began to thrust his cock in and out of her with renewed
enthusiasm as they engaged in a secondary battle of passionate
kissing, each attempting to draw the other's tongue into their
own mouth. Samael's rhythm never faltered for an instant, pulling
his cock almost completely out before filling her entirely, over
and over again. Sylla reveled in the pleasure of a worthy
opponent.

After what felt like an eternity, Samael broke off the kiss and
slowly slid down her body, withdrawing his cock one wondrous inch
at a time. He covered every bit of her neck with his lips,
tongue, and teeth; kissing, licking, and biting. With only the
head of his magnificent cock still inside of her, he attacked her
breasts. Sylla cried out in pleasure as he sucked hard on each
nipple in turn, the head of his cock throbbing inside her with
his every heartbeat. She whimpered slightly as the thick head of
his penis finally pulled free of her pussy. Samael continued
downward, kissing and licking her flat stomach, his hands
kneading her breasts. Reaching up, he caressed the line of her
jaw and brushed his fingers over her lips. Sylla eagerly caught
one of his fingers with her tongue and pulled it into her mouth,
sucking on it hungrily. He pulled his finger from her mouth and
slid his hands down the length of her body and then slipped them
beneath her ass. He squeezed firmly as he slid his tongue inside
of her wet pussy. Sylla drew in a deep, shuddering breath and
arched her back. She grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled his
face harder into her as she squeezed her thighs together against
his face.

As incredible as it felt, Sylla knew she couldn't let this go on
for too long. This wasn't going to wear out Samael, nor was it
likely to hold him in the frenzy of lust that was necessary for
her to win. Sylla began to raise herself to a sitting position as
she worked out how best to turn this around, but Samael forced
her back with a firm hand on her breast just as he took her clit
between his teeth and slipped a single finger inside of her.
Sylla moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes. She could afford to
enjoy this, she decided, and Samael had a very talented tongue.
Eyes closed, Sylla writhed as Samael teased her clit with
practiced precision.

Sylla had lost track of time when she felt the orgasm welling up
inside of her again, unbidden. She had expected Samael to grow
frustrated with his inability to bring her to climax with his
tongue and be forced to change tactics. But he had persevered and
even succeeded in bringing her this close to an orgasm without
her even realizing it. Sylla weighed her options and concluded
that there was no benefit in fighting it. On the other hand,
allowing him to bring her to a thundering climax could give him a
false confidence she could use to her advantage.

With the decision made, it was like a switch had been flipped in
her mind. The orgasm built rapidly inside of her, swelling with
every passing moment. Sylla began to writhe faster and each
breath was accompanied by a low moan. Samael's hands seemed to be
everywhere at once; pinching her nipples, rubbing her clit,
squeezing her ass, brushing over her lips and caressing her face.
Sylla's cries grew louder and she tightened her grip on Samael's
hair.

In the instant before she came, Sylla opened her eyes and looked
down at Samael to find him staring right back at her as he slid
his tongue in and out of her. All she saw in his eyes was
confidence.

The orgasm struck her like a lightning bolt. Her body shook and
she cried out in pleasure. It felt as though every nerve in her
body had been elevated to a new level of sensitivity. Every time
Samael's tongue touched her clit, she felt a bolt of pleasure
shoot through her entire body.

Sylla struggled against the instinct to beg Samael to stop. He
had looped his hands around her legs, making it impossible for
her to escape his hungry mouth. She couldn't allow him to sense
that he was getting the better of her. She closed her eyes and
focused on controlling the unending tide of pleasure flowing
through her from the touch of Samael's hungry tongue. I can
handle anything he dishes out, Sylla thought to herself.
And then it will be my turn.

Just as Sylla began to bring herself under control, Samael acted.
She had an instant of relief as Samael's tongue finally slipped
out of her dripping pussy, but a heartbeat later his cock slammed
inside of her with such force that she cried out in a sweet
mixture of shock and unexpected pleasure.

Sylla watched Samael through half closed eyes as he stood at the
edge of her bed, holding one of her legs in each hand as he
thrust into her with full force, over and over again. Sweat
beaded between Sylla's breasts and covered her entire body with a
slick, glistening sheen. She stared at Samael's muscular bare
chest. It was smooth and hairless, untouched by so much as a drop
of sweat. She wondered, for a moment, when he had taken his shirt
off, but it was difficult to hold a lucid thought in her head
under the onslaught of Samael's pounding cock.

Sylla knew that she needed to take control soon, but she was
nearly helpless. Samael had controlled her from the very
beginning, had given her two incredible orgasms, and was fucking
her relentlessly still. If he finished now, on his terms, she
wouldn't be able to claim victory over him. He could even make a
case that he had defeated her, she realized, even though it
wouldn't be technically true.

For the first time in her life, Sylla felt doubt. She desperately
struggled to focus her thoughts and shut out the never-ending
waves of pleasure that threatened to drown her. But her eyes kept
being drawn back to Samael. He looked incredible. His muscles
were taut with exertion. In between each thrust, he pulled nearly
the entire length of his magnificent cock out of her before
ramming it back home. She stared at it, fascinated, and all
thought slipped away from her again.

Sylla came slowly out of her daze to find herself on the verge of
yet another orgasm. She glanced at the clock on her bedside
table, distractedly. How long had Samael been fucking her like
this? She blinked in confusion and looked at the clock again. It
wasn't possible, she thought. But the force of the orgasm
building inside of her could not be denied.

This time Sylla fought it with everything she had. She focused
all of her willpower and determination, drawing upon all her
years of experience. She raised her eyes slowly and found Samael
staring directly back at her, just as she had expected. The
determination in his eyes matched her own. Samael felt no doubt.
He was utterly confident in his inevitable victory. Her resolve
shattered beneath his gaze and the orgasm washed over her like a
tidal wave.

Instantly, Samael's full weight was upon her, and he drove his
cock in and out of her furiously as she came, screaming and
clawing at his back. Emotions poured out of her, overlapping and
conflicting. Hatred battled with lust. Respect with anger.
Pleasure with renewed determination. And all the while he fucked
her, forcing the orgasm out of her. "You've lost, Sylla," he
whispered into her ear. "All you have to do is admit defeat and
I'll stop."

Sylla was very impressed with Samael.

She writhed beneath him and ran her hands over his body. "Stop?"
Sylla answered between panting breaths. "Surely you won't stop
without giving me a chance to suck that amazing cock of yours,"
she continued. "I haven't even gotten a taste, yet." Once she got
him in her mouth, she could finally take control. And she knew he
couldn't resist the chance to defeat her with his cock in her
mouth.

Samael instantly pulled his cock out of her pussy and Sylla's
confidence soared. He had been a worthy opponent, after all, but
now he was finally playing into her trap. The moment his weight
was off of her, she would have him on his back and she wouldn't
relent until he was begging for mercy.

But, once again, Samael outplayed her. He pinned her hands above
her head and slowly slid his body along hers, straddling her
torso. His cock, burning hot and wet with the juices of her many
orgasms, glided up her stomach. He paused when his cock slid
between her breasts and he grinned down at her, tauntingly. "You
want my cock in your mouth, Sylla?" he asked. "Are you sure you
can handle any more of this?"

Sylla didn't answer. She only stared up at him defiantly, daring
Samael with her eyes. He smiled down at her. "It won't be long
now," he boasted as he began to rock his hips back and forth,
rubbing his cock between her breasts. "The next time I take you,
I'm not going to stop until you give up."

When Sylla didn't rise to his bait, Samael moved farther up her
body, positioning his knees on top of her arms, pinning them down
and freeing his own hands from holding her wrists. His cock stood
straight out from his body, the shaft less than an inch from her
mouth. He began to slowly stroke his cock with his right hand,
while his left slipped down her body behind him until he reached
her pussy, still wet and hyper-sensitive. Her lips parted in a
moan as he slipped a finger inside of her and he instantly forced
his cock into her mouth. She struggled not to gag as he bumped
the back of her throat.

He curled his fingers through her hair until he had a tight grip
and began to thrust his hips back and forth, pulling her head to
meet his every thrust. Sylla wriggled in a futile attempt to free
her arms, but she was trapped. She concentrated on controlling
her breathing and riding out the storm. Every time she opened her
eyes, she found him staring directly back down at her. She
couldn't even suck his cock properly. She was all but helpless as
he forced himself into her mouth again and again.

Sylla realized he was trying to break her spirit. He had her in a
completely submissive position. He could keep this up as long as
he wanted and there was nothing she could do about it. Sylla felt
her resolve beginning to weaken again. Her mind threatened to
panic from the inability to move and the unceasing humiliation of
having Samael's cock forced into her mouth against her will. With
a tremendous exertion of willpower, Sylla played the last card
she had available.

She forced herself to relax, muscle by muscle, and the pressure
of having her arms and chest trapped seemed to lessen slightly.
Sylla knew she couldn't fake Samael into thinking that she was
enjoying this. If she wanted to manipulate him, she would have to
actually make herself enjoy it. She had to turn this from
Samael's humiliating domination of her into Samael giving her
exactly what she wanted. Sylla closed her eyes and sank into her
imagination.

She began to re-live each individual memory of her sexual
domination since she had moved to the city. Jason had been her
first victim. She had sucked his cock and made him cum before he
had managed to so much as unbutton her blouse. She could have
made him last longer, but she wanted to make an impression. This
small town girl was more than a match for anyone. Sylla mentally
smiled as she recalled Jason's embarrassed apologies.

Todd had been next, massively muscled with a short, fat penis. He
had been able to lift her in his hands like she was a doll, but
it had been Sylla who took control, forcing him onto his back and
straddling his cock. She remembered the fear in his eyes as she
rode him like a demon possessed until he couldn't take it
anymore. Sylla felt a tiny wave of pleasure shiver through her
body as she relived the experience.

After Todd, there had been a girls-only party. For a couple of
hours they drank wine and took part in playful truth or dare
scenarios, getting each other wound up until they finally drew
names and paired off into various bedrooms. Sylla drew Jennifer,
a middle-aged brunette whose husband couldn't satisfy her. Sylla
satisfied her so effectively, Jennifer had passed out unconscious
after Sylla went down on her, bringing Jennifer to an unending,
explosive climax. Sylla had then wandered from room to room,
intruding upon the amateurs and having her way with them, two at
a time, until every woman in the house had been used for her
pleasure.

Sylla moaned deep in her throat and began to squirm beneath
Samael, rubbing her legs together and twisting back and forth.
Distantly, she was aware that Samael was speaking to her again,
but she was lost in her memories. Samael thrust into her mouth
with increasing ferocity, but Sylla only moaned and writhed all
the more.

Suddenly his weight was gone from her chest. Sylla blinked in
surprise and took her first deep breath in what felt like hours.
She began to sit up, but Samael had other ideas. Dragging her
roughly by a fistful of hair he pulled her off the bed and onto
her feet before spinning her around and forcing her to bend over
the side of her bed. He yanked her head back as he leaned over
her, angrily whispering, "This is the part where you beg me to
stop." He forced his cock into her pussy and began to slam his
hips against her ass as he forced her head down against the bed.

Sylla had never been fucked like this before. Samael was just too
strong. Too relentless. Too good. Beads of sweat funneled down
her breasts and dripped onto the bed from the tips of her
nipples. She desperately tried to slip back into her memories of
past victories, but it was impossible. All she could think about
was his cock slamming into her pussy. How much longer can he
last?How much longer can I? She cried out as he
tore another orgasm out of her body.

Sylla turned her head slightly to look at the mirror hanging
opposite the bed to see if Samael showed any signs of weakening
or tiring. He was watching himself in the mirror, too, unaware of
her gaze. He was sweating now, too, she noted with some small
satisfaction. He had one hand on her ass while the other held her
head against the bed. He was smirking at his reflection, basking
in the glow of his dominance. She watched as his mirror image
gave her ass a casual slap and reached around to cup one of her
slick breasts.

Willpower flowed back into Sylla. She would never let this
bastard defeat her, she decided. There was nothing she couldn't
take, and no one that could defeat her.

Sylla began to sway her hips slightly from side to side, and push
back against his cock to match his every thrust. When Samael
looked at her in the mirror, he found her staring back at him
defiantly. His rhythm faltered for a moment and without
hesitation Sylla assumed control, thrusting her own body back and
forth against his cock, even faster and harder than he had been
fucking her. "I need more, baby," she moaned, her voice dripping
with lust. "I need you to give me more."

Samael paused uncertainly for a moment, but answered with renewed
vigor. Sylla instantly matched his intensity and then pushed
harder. "Yes!" she screamed. "More! I need more of your cock,
Samael!"

Samael's eyes lost focus for a moment and he suddenly pulled out
and took a step backwards, his chest heaving. "No," Sylla whined.
"I haven't had nearly enough of you, yet. I need more, baby. Give
me more." She reached behind her and found his stiff cock. It
gave a lurch as her warm hand curled around it and she felt a
dribble of pre-cum leaking from the tip. She moved herself
backward and slipped his cock back into her pussy with a sigh of
contentment. "Now, give me more!" she demanded.

To his credit, Samael tried, but he was focusing all of his
concentration on not cumming while Sylla did everything in her
power to make that impossible. She changed her rhythm and
movements constantly, fast and shallow, slow and deep, then fast
again. She had him now, she knew. But she didn't intend to let
him off easily. She twisted her head around and looked at him
over her shoulder. "Look at me while you fuck me," she demanded
and his eyes obediently locked onto hers. She held his gaze like
a vice as she drove him closer and closer to the edge. "Don't
cum," she ordered. "I'm not even nearly done with you."

Samael instantly pulled out of her and stepped backwards. "Wait.
I just need a second," he said lamely. Sylla didn't give him an
instant. She was on her knees with his cock in her mouth before
he was done speaking. He groaned loudly and stepped away from
her, backing into a wall. Sylla chased him like a predator
closing in for the kill.

"Stop, Sylla," he hissed, but Sylla had him back in her mouth.
She sucked his cock in a frenzy of passion, moaning constantly.
Her hands moved over his body, pumping the shaft of his cock as
she sucked, squeezing his balls lightly as she ran her tongue
along its length, and gripping his ass as she took the entirety
of his cock into her mouth.

She felt his body go rigid and he pushed her away. All his
confidence had drained away in a matter of seconds. He looked
smaller now. Weaker. Sylla stood up before him and put her hand
around his throat. He looked back at her with a mixture of
confusion and fear. She smiled sweetly and guided him back to her
bed, pushing him onto his back and climbing atop him to straddle
his hips.

"Wait-" he began, but she was already astride his cock. She dug
her fingernails into his chest and began to ride, slowly at
first, sliding her pussy along the entire length of his cock with
every thrust. Samael made one final effort to push Sylla off of
himself, but she grabbed his wrists and pinned them over his
head, dangling her breasts in his face as she continued to ride
him. He came almost immediately, bucking wildly beneath her,
simultaneously cursing her and crying out her name in ecstasy.

"You better be good for more than one time," she warned him as
his moans subsided. She could feel him beginning to soften inside
of her so she clenched down with her muscles, clutching his cock
inside of her. She rubbed her own breasts tauntingly and wiggled
her hips as she gave him a challenging look.

His cock quickly grew hard again, but he was unable to put up any
kind of fight as Sylla proceeded to fuck him unceasingly for what
must have seemed an eternity to Samael. Nearly an hour passed
before Samael finally admitted defeat and begged for Sylla to let
him rest. Sylla had spun around to face away from him and was
watching herself ride him in her mirror while she rubbed her clit
and pinched her own nipples. She made him repeat himself several
times and still didn't stop until she had made herself cum one
final time, informing him that she had to do it herself since he
couldn't keep up with her.

When she finally released his cock, it flopped to his belly,
immediately growing soft and shrinking. A pity, she thought to
herself. It was such a fine looking cock. She turned and sat on
his chest, smirking down at him. "I won," she announced.

Her hand cracked across his face, leaving a bright red imprint.
She had never struck someone like that before. It wasn't the
insult that hurt her so badly. It was the truth in his words.
"Who?" she whispered.

Samael pushed her off of his chest and stood up, rubbing his face
where she had slapped him. He walked out of the room and began
dressing. Sylla followed him, naked, into her living room.
"Who?!?" she demanded.

In answer, Samael reached into his pants pocket and drew out a
small blue object, holding it out to her. Sylla took it from his
fingers. It was a small plastic rectangle, similar to a computer
thumbstick, but she had never seen anything quite like it. "What
is it?" she asked, forgetting her anger in wonder, as she rotated
the mysterious device between her fingers.

"It's a key," he replied. "Go to 13169 Grey Rd. on Friday night
at 9. Annie wants to meet you."